Of butterflies
The eggs and wings
Spread across the open road
It was kind of misty, I couldn't be sure what it was
Oh, my daughters, he'll fill you with joy
And of course he wouldn't tell me
And he spread his fingers towards the sky
In time I will collect the world
He nudged the moth to make it fly away
(I give my children)
(You who fall on cavalry)
In time I will collect the world
(You who soar o'er Calvary)
His skin flashed open
You can't see anything at all
A man drove up in an ugly car
In time I will collect the world
He's a wonder, he's a little black-wing boy
And he looked at it with a lazy eye
And I still couldn't tell
He yelled at everybody in the road
The eggs and wings
A moth had settled upon his arm
Of butterflies
He just wiped its body, he just wiped its body
Down across his shoulder blade
But moths are fragile things and he just wiped its body
And his stereo was so loud you couldn't hear the engine's roar
To something that big
(Had you wings)
And did not notice all the moths he'd massacred
(I love the wings)
Of butterflies
You know how when you get so close
And his eyes were red
And he flashed his lights at everything he saw
The hearts and limbs
And he lifted up a gigantic hand
All of a sudden there it was
